Chapter five hundred and ninetieth Yin Shang pictures
The night is hazy, and the stars are dim.
Inside the spacious and luxurious huge mansion, Xun Yuan was sitting quietly on the cold ground alone, and practiced silently in a new way of practice.
In a special perspective that is invisible to the naked eye.
The turbid air rolling the earth, like the vast waves of Wangyang waves, surge under the ground ground, like gone to Sichuan, gathered to the Yuanyuan itself.
And along the Yongquan acupoint, it was trapped into the body, and the circular refining became a nourishing and strengthening energy.
"Law ...!"
"Kill ...!"
"Rebellion thief, collusion inside and outside, I hate ...!"
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"Weizi Qi, Na Na!"
"The whole army listened to the order, and he would rush with the original ..., kill the Queen Mo Su Ji, eliminate the emperor ..."
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If there is nothing.
Suddenly I felt like he had heard a lot of mysterious voices.
There were fighting horses roar, some soldiers rushed to kill, and painful crying and desperate roar, and many weapons broke and the house collapsed ...
There were tragic war everywhere, and there was a chaos everywhere.
In his induction.
The energy of the evil spirits deeply hidden in the ground, accompanied by the surging air of the earth, was wrapped out, gathered to the Yuanyuan itself.
Those mysterious and unpredictable sounds are contained in these shavings energy.
But the strange thing is ....
In these voices, Xun Yuan felt that only he could hear himself. Because of those patrol guards who had passed by more than ten feet around himself, there was no abnormal response.
Even if his eyes were closed, he didn't see anything.
"Yin and Shang who wiped out the war more than a thousand years ago ..."
"What is this?"
"Take a photo of ancient time and space? Or is it a mirage?"
All kinds of thoughts quietly appeared in the depths of the minds of Yuanyuan.
And as he absorbs more and more yin and energy energy, in his consciousness, he is no longer limited to simple sounds.
Gradually, there were once pictures emerging.
He faintly saw that a styling style is completely different from the huge luxury palace group in the current civilization category, and it is burning a fire everywhere.
The flames are rushing to the sky, burning is immortal.
The dark nights are illuminated like daytime.
Tens of thousands of soldiers, or wearing leather armor, or chain armor, holding different weapons, madly rushed to the other party.
The short soldiers are connected, and blood splash.
There were fierce generals to wipe out the blood -stained ax, sweeping thousands of troops, and fighting against the heroes.
There is also a master Wen Zhong, holding a sharp sword, sprinkled with Hehe sword light.
Face was angry, and his eyes were angry.
The mysterious and unpredictable blealing beam, screwed out from the eyes, with the great destruction of all things, I did not know how much the soldiers were killed along the way.
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The rushing car was crashing, the arrow feathers were flying Qi.
The sword light sword shadow is almost everywhere.
The five -colored god cow shook his head and threw his tail, the three -eye white deer was transporting the god light, and the gorgeous peacock raged the high altitude ...
There is an incredible scene everywhere.
Let the Yuan Yuan feel that he seems to be back to that ancient and mysterious era, and he is in it, witnessing the scene scene.
Almost towering the star picking stars in the sky, tall and towering.
At this moment, the fire burning the fire.
On it, the storms and lightning electricity is over, thunder is constant, and a variety of spells are blooming on the sky.
The night that made the fire reddish became colorful.
Carry a valley
On the ground below, a burly tall figure, holding a heavy sword, rushing to the crowd, brave and unparalleled.
No one can stop it, only to be able to siege for more strength.
Try to use people to kill them to fatigue.
"The strongest Lord Emperor Xin, the last emperor of the Yin and Shang dynasties ..." With the style and costume of clothing, Xun Yuan identified the person's true identity.
Suddenly.
He saw the emperor Xin, who was rushing crazy, and looked up at the star picking platform.
It seemed to be towering into the stars in the sky and the sky, and a young and beautiful woman fell down, her body was stained with blood, and her clothes fluttered.
"妲!"
Di Xin shouted, his face was angry and anxious.
Subsequently, Yiyuan saw that Emperor Xin ignored it, forcibly rushing to the many figures that surrounded him, and flew straight into the blood -stained woman who fell from the sky.
Coincident at this time.
The towering stars picking the stars also collapsed aside with the fire.
Blind the orientation of Su Shiji and Emperor Xin.
Above the figure of Su Shiji, there is also a hazy figure surrounded by the glory of the glory of Fatura, driving the storms and lightning, rushing down.
"Emperor Xin, you do not respect the ghosts and gods, do not sacrifice, this is a great crime, be a bad!"
"kill……!"
The madness is raging, and the wind and rain are fluttering.
A hazy figure dived down, and seemed to take the opportunity to kill Su Shiji together, but in fact, he secretly aimed at Emperor Xin.
However, when Di Xin rose against, he hugged Su Shiji with his left hand.
The back of the color was angry, runaway on the spot, danced with a heavy sword in his right hand, and slashed the figure of the upper dive.
The stabbing gaze is like a big star burning.
The bright and splendid sword sword light, like a starry river rolling, Huanghuang is shocking, roar and roar.
The collapsed star picking platform was split in half by the bright sword light, and then the momentum was not diminished.
Eventually disappeared into the sky, as if it was rushing into the vast stars.
Faintly.
有 姒 姒 姒 found that there was also a looming Canglong figure, which was also cut off by this sword, which happened to be seven seven.
But surprisingly, the lively Canglong did not flow out of any blood.
It indicates that it is not a real living creature.
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The pictures and sounds of the past in consciousness and the mind of the soul are intermittent, disorderly before and after, and not complete and coherent.
He feels just a spirit.
Everything you see in front of you has developed dramatic changes, thick smoke rolling, corpse mountains and blood, there is a scene of death everywhere.
War, still never stopped.
A mysterious figure, the sky is suspended, I don't know what is doing.
There are only some voices that flutter.
"Again for the things to prevent Yin and Shang ..."
"..., broken the heavens, destroy the spirit veins ..., cut off the spirituality of the spirit ..."
"No one, only the emperor, only the emperor ..."
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"Click to click ...!"
In reality, an inexplicable thunder suddenly bombed.
The Yuan Yuan who was immersed in it was forced to wake up. He couldn't hear any sound before, and could not see any scene.
Opening his eyes sharply, looking up at the sky.
I saw that the moon was rare and cloudless night just now. I do n’t know when it starts, and it even gathered together one after another.
In the depths of the clouds, there is a flourishing lightning intertwined, as if to tear the sky.